Not knowing the difference

It appeared that the Archer-Lyall had startled the wolf before her and she immediately felt bad for doing so, but at least he didn’t seem angry with her. When the other wolf spun, she stood up, bringing her head to a more neutral position, her tail untucking but still maintaining a wave, head canting to the right and brow wrinkling with worry. What was he doing?

Her ears were turned forward attentively, there was something in the lack of immediate greeting that made her wonder if he was like her Uncle Greer, who very rarely ever spoke at all. When he came back with a bird between his jaws and nosed it towards her, she shook out her coat to dispel some of the tension in the air, hoping he would read it for what it was. She wasn’t a threat to him. Her tail inched higher, waving all the while, an easy smile on her face. She touched her nose to the dove then stepped forward to press her nose to the tan wolfs temple in thanks, teeth nibbling at the thick fur of his cheek just below his ear. She had already eaten before her swim, but she appreciated the gesture.

Sedna would try to brush shoulders with the earthy hued man before stepping back to pick up the dove between her jaws, smiling before dropping into a play bow and letting it drop between her paws. Did he wanna wrestle for it? She was more than happy to share.

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